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jimin looked at his carving on the wood.
T-I-R-E-D
jimin was tired. tired of being hurt and tired of loving and just- everything.
he was just tired.
what's the point of living if you feel dead anyway?
jimin laughs bitterly.
the went over to the mattress and layed down as he felt empty.
jimin felt something cold beside his arm. he picks it up and smiles.
"yoongi, tell me... what's the point of living if you never did exist anyway. what's the point of living if you'll never come back anyway?"
i might as well just disappear.
that night, everything burned brighter. jimin was in the center of it.
jimin burned his memories with yoongi along with himself.
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[BREAKING NEWS: Park Jimin, age 18, died due to being burned down in a certain house.]
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everything was black and gloomy.
a funeral was being held.
inside the coffin lays park jimin, the man who died after suffering so much with what's real and what's not.
mrs. park and mr. park were crying as mr. kim and his husband tried to comfort them.
jeongguk and taehyung were bawling their eyes out. hoseok shed a few tears.
the priest asks if anyone wants to say a few words.
then, a man with dry blonde hair and pale skin stood up.
"i do."
<A/N>
END
I SACRIFICED SLEEP OKAY BDJDJBDDNDKDH AK
IM GNNA SLEEP AND ILL UPDATE TOMORROW BC EPILOGUE
and ur welcome haha i cried too
-nic
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existence ➳ yoonmin
Hayran Kurgu"everybody's always fucking sorry" sometimes, not all things that you think are real are not real. and sometimes, the things that you think are not real are real.
